Tiny

Straight lined squares construct my ways
I’m driven by knowledge of an emptiness these days
I’m riding a path I can barely see
On this old wooden horse you gave to me

Must have been wrong
Now let’s all sing along

All those tiny little worlds we start to build
All those simple lovely words we long to sing
About nothing at all

Memories fade like a defeated candle
Weird and tired; I don’t know how to handle
You’ve became a stranger so fast
Things disappeared that were meant to last.

Must have been wrong
Now let’s all sing along

All those tiny little worlds we start to build
All those simple lovely words we long to sing

All those tiny little worlds we start to build
All those simple lovely words we long to sing
About nothing at all
Nothing at all

About nothing at all